Chloe & The Irishman Chapter 5
“Your mother told you to call her as soon as you landed.” Angelika, my mother’s cold hearted assistant, shouted through the phone.
“No” I said defensively “She said call when you get settled in. There’s a difference. Maybe I just got settled. Did you ever think of that.” I finished with acid and anger leaking into my voice as I shouted back at her. Her call was just the cap to a terrible day. First off, McVillan gave us a pop quiz and I completely bombed it. I got a D. A D! I’ve never had anything lower than a B in my life. It took all of my self-control to not break down and cry in class right then and there. Then, right before French, I realized I left my French book at home and Mme. Rosseau yelled at me, in front of the whole class. I even heard her call me an incompetent, ignorant American (under her breath of course). And then, Miss Donald, my Music Theory & Literature teacher, decided that instead of crying about her ex-boyfriend (who is once again her boyfriend), she was going to teach us everything that we were supposed to learn in the past week. My mind was still swimming with chords and scales, trying to remember the differences between Bach and Mozart. Oh, and did I mention that we have a quiz over all this on Monday? No, well, we do.
“Just call her. She’s been worried sick.” Angelika persisted through the phone.
“Yeah, about her fashion collaboration with Kris Jenner, but not about me.” I say under my breath as I push the hang up button, resisting the urge to toss the phone out the window. “Why. Me?” I say as I slam back in my seat, getting a dirty look from Niall. Ever since Monday when I out smarted him with Greg’s help, he’s been moody. In fact, it got so bad on Wednesday night that he stormed into my room, demanding that I turned down my “bloody, whiny, lame music.” I was so tempted to ask him if it was his time of the month, but I didn’t get the chance, since he stormed off across the hall to his room, slamming the door behind him.
“You okay?” Hadley said from her spot in the backseat.
“Yeah, it’s just my mom. She does this a lot. She acts like a concerning mother, but truthfully, she couldn’t give a shit.” I said, and then further explaining about how she blew seeing me off so she could have lunch with Kris Jenner about some fashion collaboration that’s probably never going to happen.
“I’m sorry Lucie that sucks. When you see your family in the magazines, you guys look so happy and close.” Hadley remarked and I scoffed at her comment.
“Yeah, well the keyword in your last sentence was look. We haven’t been a family in a long time.” I say quietly as I stare out at the Irish scenery passing by, window streaked with rain droplets from the lunchtime rain showers.
“Oh! I almost forgot!” Hadley said as she got out of the car sometime later. “Party here tonight! Be here by 9!” She announced as she leaned through the passenger side window.
“Uh, huh, that’s what you said last time Hadley. And if I remember correctly, we got busted by your parents.” Niall countered as he leaned on the center counsel.
“They left for London about…” she checks her cell phone clock “Two and a half hours ago. And they’ve trusted me, their grown-up, responsible, adult of a daughter to take care of herself and Haley.” Haley was her younger sister who was a sophomore. She had field hockey practice every day after school, so she just got a ride home with one her team mates.
“HA! You, responsible and grown-up! That is the biggest piece of bull shit I’ve heard come out of your mouth in a long time, Hadley!” Niall laughed. It was nice to hear him laugh. I was so tired of him being sulky, moody Niall.
“Whatever.” Hadley said, shaking her head. “Nine O’clock. You better be here!” She shouted over her shoulder as she ran up the pathway to her front door, trying to dodge the rain that had started to fall.
“We will!” I shouted before rolling up the window.
“No, we won’t” Niall said as he pulled away from the curb, heading in the direction of his, I mean our, home.
“And why’s that?” I asked, turning towards him, anger in my eyes. What happen to the guy who was just bantering with his best friend, laughing his eyes out? What did I do to make him so, well, so bitchy. To tell you the truth, his attitude kind-of reminded me of Penelope. She’ll act sweet and precious to people she’s known for years, but towards me, she like the Queen of Ice. Coldhearted and a complete bitch.
“You we’re just sitting there, complaining about how much homework you have, and how you have so many things to study for.” He semi-shouted back, gipping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles went white.
“Well, I’m going.” I declared, crossing my arms, looking straight ahead.
“Fine, do whatever the hell ya want, darlin, I could care less. I mean, if you want to fail that Pre-Calc/Trig quiz on Monday, be my guest.” He actually shouted now, throwing his hands up in the air.
“You’re a jackass, you know that right?” I screamed at him. Thank god we were home. No sooner had we parked was I out of the car and darting towards the front door, slamming it in his face. Good thing Fiona and Bobby we’re at work and Greg…well, I really don’t know where Greg is, but I do know he’s not here, since his car was missing.
“Me, the jackass? That’s prime!” I heard him shout from downstairs as i stomped up the stairs towards my bedroom. “You’re the one always complaining about how much of a shit life you’ve had, but I’d hate to break it to ya darlin, but people have way worse than you!” He shouted as he stomped up the stairs behind me. I was fighting back tears now. I’ve never been one to like confrontation, and when my parents fought like this I always broke down.
“You don’t know me!” I shouted as I turned around to face him. As much as I wanted to smack him in the face right now, I couldn’t. Not because I was afraid of what he’d do to me, but because I didn’t want to hurt him. I turned away from him to go towards my room, but he caught me by the wrist, enclosing his fingers around it like a steel cage, unbreakable.
“See, darlin, that’s where you’re wrong. I do know you. You’re just some snobby rich girl who sees life as nothing more than a playground and mommy and daddy’s money to fund your escapades.” He yelled, letting go of my wrist with a disgusted look on his face.
“Shut up! Just shut up!” I yelled at him, tears creeping up in my eyes, getting ready to find their way out. I made a mad dash for my bedroom, slamming the door with all my might.
“You know, I don’t blame your mum for blowing you off! I would if you we’re my daughter! Your whole family probably hates you, because you’re a talentless gold digger!” He shouted through my door. That was it. He hit it. He just shot me in the heart, hitting it where hurt the most. My biggest fear, my biggest insecurity. I opened the door, and calmly walked up to him.
“You know I’m right.” He sneered as I glared at him. That’s when I did it. Despite my reservations, I slapped him, hard, right across the cheek.
“Go to hell.” I said before going back to my room, shutting my door. As soon as that door shut, the tears fell. And they kept falling as I leaned up against the door, sliding down to the floor for a sit. They just kept falling and falling and falling, for what seemed like an eternity.